The Prodigals - Spancil Hill lyrics

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I boarded with a will At last I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill. Chorus: Yippee-yi-yayyyy, Yippee-yi-yohhhh, A ghost rider in the sky. It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair All Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds a**embled there The young the old the brave the bold, their duties to fulfill There were pleasant conversations at the foot of Spancil Hill. I went to see my neighbors to see what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey I met old Tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She's as young as any lily and as gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me saying 'Johnny I love you still' She's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill I asked her would she marry me as in the days of yore She said 'Johnny, you're only joking, as many's the time before' The co*k crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.